According to the orders we received from General Castro Andretti, the Eighth
Army departed the capital the next day. We headed north on the main highway
to that region.
However, a platoon I chose to directly command was moving in a different
direction. Taking on some bandits would be an easy victory for the current
Eighth Army, so I split off a few people for a different task. I’ve seen their
skills in training, so I’m certain they’ll be fine.
“Listen up! Nobody can die! Everybody has to come back alive! If anyone dies, I’ll
double the training for everyone else! Remember the lessons you’ve learned from
training! You can’t lose if you follow those lessons! If it looks dangerous,
look to your fellow soldiers for support! You’ll be fine!” Pat shouted
I heard that some soldiers turned blue from worry.
My separate platoon was observing the movements of the Eighth Army from a
reasonable distance. We could see them, but wouldn’t be easily seen.
“Oh, the bandits came out.” Soldier A
“The caravan disguise is still effective.” Pat
“Bandits are so stupid.” Soldier B
“Oh, the battle has begun.” Pat
“Aren’t the bandits too weak? It’s nearly over already.” Soldier A
“Did they think the scattered caravans weren’t friendly and would scatter at
one being attacked?” Soldier B
“It’s a reasonable distance, and merchant caravans will often ignore the
attacked caravan and run away.” Pat
“Oh, it’s finished.” Soldier A
“That wasn’t even 10 minutes.” Soldier B
“Good job everyone!” Pat
The unfortunate bandits were annihilated except for a few taken as prisoners.